This miserable, clumsy, awkward and totally inept Prime Minister speaks at yet another lavish dinner, begs for a host's largess, with our money, to swank his "world statesman" credentials, whilst preparations are underway for two more mournful, silent cries. Two more dead soldiers are now awaiting to become the blood-soaked, weary 100th cortege through Wootton Bassett.
Now just hear this, we the Public are wrong. Our streets are only safe if we continue to pour lives and money down this bottomless pit.
Well, Mr Brown and Mr Blair, your wealth and fortune is untouched by this war. Ours is not. Nor the dreadful maiming that will live on after your vainglorious war when our defeat is shamefully spread over this province of Europe and the rest of The World. I hope, one day, all our "public" voices screaming at your nakedness will be heard in a prison cell of your minds' future.
To witness your and your predecessors' so called speeches, that so often are lies, subterfuge and spin, makes me fill with vomit.
"To make our streets safe" was an option you and your ilk have squandered with an arrogant welcome to the World's flotsam and jetsam at the expense of us all. I cannot say "shame on you" for your blind delusion is beyond shame. May God save you from the evil you have become.